I broke the sun and took my run
Gallivanting in the dark.
I used a word to shoot a bird
That was once my favorite lark.
I smashed the earth, and all the mirth
Of life died with a goodbye spark.
Then I took my joys in spilling poison
Over all the flowers in a park.

I killed the bees and fell the trees
With a manipulating ax.
I stomped the grass and and in my pass
Left a brittle trail of tracks.
In a moment hurled all the world
Into the deep volcanic cracks.
With the rest I can live,  but  I won’t forgive
Myself for what I did to the lilacs.


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